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The Return of the Bloodsuckers
by Mad Dog


 It turns out that leeches have made a comeback after falling out of favor, much like hip huggers, fondue pots, and our civil rights, which hopefully will come back soon.
Medicine’s gross. I know this because I’ve watched medical TV shows from Dr. Kildare to E.R. to Extreme Makeover, and any career that involves sticking your hands into gushing bodily fluids is just plain gross. Luckily there are people who seem to enjoy this, which is a good thing because there are times when I’m glad they’re around to sew up gashes in my leg, push bones back in my arm, and generally do things to my body that I wish didn’t have to be done. But my gratefulness for their existence doesn’t make it any less gross.

   So it’s not surprising that with all the high-tech medication, instruments, and equipment at their disposal they still like using gross low-tech medical devices like leeches. That’s right, slimy, nasty, disgusting, blood-sucking leeches. You know, the same ones proto-doctors used in the Middle Ages to cure everything. The same ones that are responsible for barber poles having a red stripe, an homage to the days when you could walk into a barber shop, grab a copy of Playdamsel, plunk yourself down on a stool and ask for a shave, haircut, and bloodletting. And yes, the same leeches who refuse to get a job, preferring instead to lounge around all day living off welfare. Oh sorry, I started channeling a Republican there for a second.


TSO is a yummy, lip-smacking beverage that contains — hold onto your lunch — thousands of pig whipworm eggs. Live ones. And you thought Instant Breakfast was gross.
   It turns out that leeches have made a comeback after falling out of favor, much like hip huggers, fondue pots, and our civil rights, which hopefully will come back soon. Doctors are using them to suck out pooled blood after performing a skin graft or reattaching a limb. “The good news is we sewed your arm back on. The bad news is those black slimy things attached to you are leeches and you need to leave them on for a couple of days.” If you want some of your own — maybe you just want a unique pet around the house or would like to keep one handy in case you ever need a body part reattached but don’t feel like going to an icky hospital to have it done — you can get them from the Carolina Biological Supply Co. for only $14.45 each. Or $14.05 if you order an economy pack of three or more. They’re cheaper if you don’t want “medical quality” leeches, but I advise that you don’t skimp. Hey, you’re worth it.

   In case that treatment isn’t disgusting enough, pray that you don’t get an inflammatory bowel disease anytime soon. This is a classification of medical conditions that includes colitis, Crohn’s disease, and having eaten gato tacos disguised as carne asada. Scientists at the University of Iowa (motto: “Like a real university only duller.”) have developed a new treatment they call TSO, which in testing cured the symptoms in most of those who tried it. And you know most of them were anxious to try it since TSO is a yummy, lip-smacking beverage that contains — hold onto your lunch — thousands of pig whipworm eggs. Live ones. And you thought Instant Breakfast was gross.


By the time it hits the U.S. it will probably be available in Creamy Vanilla, Sour Chocolate, and Zesty Tuna Wasabi.
   The scientists think the reason pig whipworm eggs work is that we don’t have enough parasites in our stomachs. As I’ve always said, you can never have too many parasites. It seems we used to have plenty of them but we’ve gotten squeamish over the past 50 years and just don’t like the idea of pinworms, roundworms, and hookworms building condominiums in our stomachs. Imagine that. In developing countries, where people have learned to peacefully coexist with their inner worms, they rarely get inflammatory bowel disease. Scientists aren’t sure why this is, but like the reason behind why we don’t see baby pigeons, why Mickey Rooney got married eight times, and the eternal question, “Why can’t I have a dog if I drink all my TSO?”, the answer is simply “because.”

   They’re going to market TSO in Europe first because people over there will eat things we won’t, things like blood pudding, haggis, and lutefisk. Of course we’re the ones chowing down Peanut Butter Puff cereal, Space Food Sticks, and Velveeta, so you have to wonder if that’s really a good marketing plan. Of course they’re going to need a better name than TSO. Something like Bowel-Kleer. Or Worm Eggos. Or I Can’t Believe It’s Not Better. It’s all about marketing. After all, changing the name of the fish from slimehead to orange roughy, and the fruit from Chinese gooseberry to kiwi fruit, made all the difference in the world. Though truth be known you’d probably get more children to eat slimehead than orange roughy. Especially if you served it with sour apple gummi bear sauce.

   Drinking pig whipworm eggs probably isn’t all that bad. After all, they’re microscopic, they’re eggs so they don’t wiggle as they go down, and I’m sure the scientists are smart enough to add some flavoring to the drink. By the time it hits the U.S. it will probably be available in Creamy Vanilla, Sour Chocolate, and Zesty Tuna Wasabi. Then all they’ll need to do is get the participants on a reality TV show to drink a gallon of the stuff without throwing up and they can slap a label on the package that says, “As seen on Fear Factor!” Toss in a few leeches, some herbs, and a drill bit to cut a hole in the skull to release evil spirits and you have the makings of an All-Natural No-Carb Medieval Household First Aid Kit. No family should be without one.

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